Proxy Poem

Sleek, black knock-off brand sunglasses stick to my face

Around my brow,

And sweat’s beading upon my forehead now

Above them, fighting hard to stay in place

Beads of sweat begin to trickle down slow.

I am done with this heat; it’s time to go.

Essence of Summer is thick in the air,

The scent of salt water: drowning my thoughts.

Fixed in the classroom I think it unfair

And frankly absurd that I am not free

To run to the beach to take some snapshots

Enjoying life, spending time by the sea.

I marveled at the thought, smile on my face.

But I must say

Walking to class does fill me with dismay,

And by Tuesday

Who knows what form my dreaming will embrace.

Ocean waves grand and small, come to meet my toes

On the sand, cool and fresh,

Each wave casting away all of my woes.

The Sun not only shines his rays of light,

He kisses my skin and tempts me to stay.

But he betrays me; his kiss burns my flesh.

And I keep returning to the beach, to

The Ocean’s spray

Of lies and broken promises; untrue!

But I have had my fill

Of the Summer’s myths and fables galore,

No more late night escapes up to the shore.

Nights go by and I hear the laughs, so shrill

And carefree, not tired or full of fright.

I might

For what it’s worth,

Take Summer back into my embrace, wary

Of the deceit, lies, and deceptions yet

To be unearthed.

One can know what troubles me,

The longing in my voice must make it clear.

Why must it be

So, that the bright Summers of yesteryear,

Long, dreamy, full of excitement and glee,

End with a dim sunset.

 

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